[The stranger does register with their assailant, and it stops, rooting it's spear into place. No sneak, nor brigand, a moment can be spared for a fallen father. However that's not enough to stop the overwhelmed Goodra.
Takuto will find himself slammed into at top speed by several hundred pounds of floopy floppy goo-dragon. The barrier mitigates some of the force, but on attack that strong? Not enough. The sheer weight of the creature, coupled with it's speed and the power of the attack sends him flying backwards, careening hard into a building...and to add insult to injury, a speed-reducing slime from it's Gooey body coats him too. But Sanae's not hurt, so there is that?
And then it's promptly hit by several super-effective attacks, including Takuto's parting swipe and collapses wearily to the ground with a heavy thud and a strange...squelching sound. Galvantula and Ninjask suffer similar fates, the combination of powerful and super-effective attacks dropping them. The Durant shrinks back from the fire, but it's not down yet. Scuttling closer to it's trainer, it leers at the Torchic balefully.
And from up in the air, a...Whimsicott wearing an eyepatch catches a breeze and floats down to light on the stoic human's shoulder. That metallic voice grates out audibly, hands tight with tension on the spear.]
Take him, girl. Give him the burial a father deserves.
Sorry for the delay! I wanted you all to have a response.
Takuto will find himself slammed into at top speed by several hundred pounds of floopy floppy goo-dragon. The barrier mitigates some of the force, but on attack that strong? Not enough. The sheer weight of the creature, coupled with it's speed and the power of the attack sends him flying backwards, careening hard into a building...and to add insult to injury, a speed-reducing slime from it's Gooey body coats him too. But Sanae's not hurt, so there is that?
And then it's promptly hit by several super-effective attacks, including Takuto's parting swipe and collapses wearily to the ground with a heavy thud and a strange...squelching sound. Galvantula and Ninjask suffer similar fates, the combination of powerful and super-effective attacks dropping them. The Durant shrinks back from the fire, but it's not down yet. Scuttling closer to it's trainer, it leers at the Torchic balefully.
And from up in the air, a...Whimsicott wearing an eyepatch catches a breeze and floats down to light on the stoic human's shoulder. That metallic voice grates out audibly, hands tight with tension on the spear.]
Take him, girl. Give him the burial a father deserves.